When the blind date is 5t5

After the voice fell, ambiguity quietly permeated the dining table.

I couldn't help but blushed, staring at him with embarrassment.

Who would mention such a gift!

Simply shameless.

And under the table, Wujo Wu squeezed between my legs with his long legs.

Then, staring at me with burning eyes, she said coquettishly, "Is it possible?"

I choked, and was immediately shocked by his bright and coquettish skills.

Sensitive and soft flesh was rubbed deliberately, the itch rose uncontrollably, and the waist gradually became numb.

But at this moment, the expression on Gojo Satoru's face is still not too turbulent, as if the person who is teasing me is not him.

Looking at his half-smile appearance, shame and anger grew wildly like weeds, occupying the whole heart at once.

The unwanted legs can be sawed off!

I thought angrily, and decisively took the chair back together.He unceremoniously stepped on his crossing foot, then squeezed out all the strength in his body, and crushed it rather viciously.

However, Gojo Satoru acted as if he was being stepped on by a cat, and there was no trace of pain between his brows.

Gee.

I was a little reconciled, "Don't you feel pain?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "You can push harder."

Obviously each word is very normal, but when he uttered it together, it was inexplicably more mocking.

I puffed up my face and gritted my teeth in my heart. After saying "don't care about hanging with me", I moved my feet and looked at him with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru lost his face, stared at me closely with his pitiful eyes that have been tried and tested, and admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

My face gradually softened, and I patiently waited to see what kind of drama he would do.

Gojo Satoru strikes while the iron is hot, and continues to say in a low voice: "Isn't everyone saying that the birthday is the oldest, so Asuka just promise me."

"At that time, I will be lighter and gentler. As long as you feel uncomfortable, I will stop, okay?"

He even almost swears to the sky in front of me that he is super sexual.

Please, God doesn't want to hear your oath about this at all, bypass him!

I complained speechlessly and hesitated for a long time before making a decision, "Let me think about it again."

After getting this guarantee, his face showed a bit of eagerness to try.

This is a harbinger of what he's about to do.

The radar in my head buzzed, and I tried to warn: "I haven't promised you yet."

Gojo Wu heard that, he crossed his hands and put his chin against his chin. He didn't have the pitiful appearance just now, and the tail behind him was about to go up to the sky.

"I know," he said with a smile, "In the past few days, I will honestly wait for the favor of the bird."

As I listened to him reread "Be Honest," a premonition popped into my head.

Very good, there must be a mine ahead, just waiting for me to step on it.

Thinking of this, I began to regret why I wasn't tougher.Why don't you think about it, why don't you reject him directly!

However, it is still too late.

As if sensing my flinching, the curve of Gojo Satoru's mouth disappeared.

He glanced at me lazily, and there was no threat in his protracted tone, "If you say no now, I don't guarantee that I will do it tonight."

I silently swallowed the words that came to my lips, and automatically translated his words in my mind.

The implication is that if you refuse now, you will face being eaten tonight.

……

Well, what else can I say.

If it can be delayed for a day, it is best to delay until he has no sexual interest.

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After that, I started to tremble with fear, and I didn't dare to relax at all when getting along with him, for fear that I would fall into the big pit of Wujo Wu.

Time flies, and it is the day before Gojo Satoru's birthday.

"The three families in the world of conjuration refer to Wujo, Zenyuan, and Kamo." I stood on the podium and introduced to the students in detail, "Each family has its own magic formula, such as the Kamo family's red blood exercises. There are ten kinds of shadow spells from the Chanyuan family, and no lower limit spells from the five families. These are all unique and powerful spells that have been passed down from generation to generation through blood."

Under the podium, Nagasaki was lowering his head, pretending to be holding a pen in his hand, but he never touched the open book once.

I don't even know how to touch fish, and I feel a headache for the good students taught by Gojo Satoru.

So, I put down the chalk in my hand, raised my fingers at Knotweed and Fuhei, made a "hush" gesture, and then quietly walked towards her.

The orange-brown short-haired girl was immersed in her own small world, and occasionally let out an excited auntie laugh.

Witnessing this scene made me even more curious about what she was looking at.

Then, he bent down and took it away with lightning speed.

Nagasaki raised her head abruptly, and when she saw me, her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, she was dazed, and there was even a fear of being caught doing bad things in her expression.

It's not right.

I looked at her silently, lowered my head and began to observe the confiscated small book.

The light pink book cover is wrapped around the case, and there are no extra fancy patterns on it, just a line of simple and beautiful fonts - "The Love between the Teacher and the Student: The Domineering Teacher and His Rebellious Little Wife".

A strong uneasiness rose in my heart for no reason. I turned the first page, and my whole body was split apart in an instant.

Especially seeing [Gojo Satoru squeezed Kamo Asuka's chin, stared at her stubborn appearance biting her cherry lips, and said viciously: "Woman, you managed to arouse my interest."] This vulgar and ridiculous bridge part.

Mai Aisi!

Blind, completely blind! !

If I am guilty, please let the law punish me instead of not receiving this fan fiction about Gojo Satoru and me in the hands of students! ! !

I slam it shut, trying to calm my frozen brain.

After a long while, I used the death ray to coldly sweep towards Nagasaki Wild Rose who lowered her head and tried to reduce her sense of existence.

"Tell me, who did you get this fanfic from?" I asked angrily, "Who wrote it?"

Katsuobu and Fuguro looked at Kizaki and me suspiciously.

Facing my violent expression that was about to storm at the moment, Knotweed did not dare to be presumptuous, he said cautiously: "Mr. Asuka, what is this? Can we take a look?"

I yelled at him furiously, "No."

Nagasaki remained silent, she seemed to have never thought that she would be caught by the master on the spot, and she was so embarrassed that she wished to slam her head on the table to death.

In this regard, I raised my eyebrows and lowered my voice, "Kagizaki Yarose, if you don't want to fail this semester, then tell me the original author of it."

"Don't say that you don't know where you got this kind of deceitful words. The suspect who can write about me and Wujo Wutong is [-]% here. After all, most people in the Kyoto school don't know me and Wujo Wu. relation."

Nagizaki licked his lower lip in confusion, and finally succumbed to my coercion, and whispered out the person behind the scenes: "Miss Abe, the second grader."

I continued to ask, "How many other people have seen it?"

Anyway, it’s all said and done, Nagizaki has a complete showdown, no longer secretive, "Second-year panda senior, Maki-san, Niko-san..."

Every time she announces a name, I feel that I have died once.

His face instantly changed from white to red, and then turned into a deep black.

I was holding this garbage fanbook tremblingly in my right hand, and then I rushed out of the classroom quickly, regardless of the fact that it was still class time.

"Teacher Asuka, where are you going?" Knotweed asked loudly from behind.

I didn't stop, I just let out a low growl word by word from my throat: "Find someone to settle the score!"